I will
remember this psalm shared by my hospital roommate. Being weaned, we recover
from grief.

1 ¶ <<A Song of
degrees of David.>> LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for
me..2
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of
his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.

Not
haughty David learned humility. So may
we. Compare the humility of the "greatest prophet." mt1111,
jn0330.Weaned
child Compare becoming as little children
mt1803.